Just give me some time, and I will see what I can do.
Ulfgard, give me a bit and then I will look at the cut.
"That was certainly a strong blow maese Ulfgard. You are certainly tough" she looks at the woman's equipment.
Leira will approach the dwarf camp later and look for anything that might help reduce what is happening to the dwarven woman.
"PFF, take your time Haskyll, it is but a flesh wound. Sigh, a well, wounds add up, remember the crispy orc... but firstthings first. I ain´t no good at ropes, but we can take away her materials... I heard you caster types need all kinds of odds and ends to make your magic work!"
Leira does not know what is troubling the female Dwarf. But as she looks around, she finds the Dwarf's backpack. At the bottom and under a change of clothes Leira finds a pair of vials.
When Kaos cast Detect Magic he notices that the Dwarven Waraxe radiates a faint magic aura, as does the contents of the vials.
Examining the Dwarf further Kaos senses that dark magic is at work, Necromancy.
"Look, what's this?" Leira retrieves the vials and inspects them carefully to try identify them.
"Mmm... necromancy you say? That does not sound cheerful..." the girl looks at the heroes hopping they know how to solve whatever ill thing is getting rid of the dwarven woman mind.
Leira gives each potion a taste. She will identify one as a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds. The other as a potion of Remove Curse.
After taking some time.
Dark magic, you say? Let me take a look as well.
Well, I have nothing right now.
"Mmm... this is a healing potion and this other one a remove curse one" she looks at the small pot "Do you think she was experimenting with herself and had it just in case her experiment went out of control? But then why did she not drink it?"
Leira looks at the others, then at the dwarven woman "I vote to try force her drink the pot"
If the bloody orcs spelled her, or th' damned wisp did this, we'll be makin' em pay.
But I dinna ken the magic wot's bein' used Ragnir shrugs, "Get her ta drink the potion. Can't be hurtin' the situation, an' it'll be savin' us a day's wait if'n it works."
Ulfgard toothily smiles. "I remember a cousin who lost some... am sense after an orc hit him on the head. Saw enemys everywhere. Good fighter. Alas after another hit on the head, he was well again."
Well, let us save that potion, until after the protection spell has been cast.
well, using the potion may help. But let's not jump ta conclusions. We don't know what spell is effecting her.
Detect magic and
Using spellcraft, Anga will not discern the spell affecting the Female Dwarf. But her knowledge of the arcane arts will give her a hint that the Dwarf is cursed.
The female Dwarf calms down. She looks at the party with its high number of Dwarves, "Who are you? And why an I tied up like a pig?" She crinkles her nose, "And why do I smell like a pig?"
"We find you a while ago and attacked us telling confusing stories that we were orcs and the such" Leira looks at the empty vial now "We were forced to reduce you so you were not a danger for yourself and got to the conclusion you have been cursed. I hope you do not mind we used your potion to heal you. What is the last thing do you remember? What were you doing in the marsh?"
"You seem to be ok now, I guess we can untie you now." and pointing to the others "These here are the Trunau heroes and they are looking for a will-o-wisp. Have you seen one?"
"Curs'd you say. Hmm." The Dwarfs ponders this for a moment. "Me potion? Agh, that. T'is OK. N'er expected to need it," she takes a deep breath. "Minda releas'n me"? She pulls at her bonds.
The party recognizes that it should be safe and unties the Dwarf's ropes.
"I dunno how long ago me brutha and two hires came into the Swamps. We are look'n fer the tomb of Nargrym Steelhand, the Giantslaya'" A sense of pride rises in her voice.
"We stumbled upon these standin' stones when we were beset by a slimy giant and three ugly old hags. The giant kill'd ar hires. We slay'd two of the horrible hags, before...." The Dwarf woman begins to get confused. "Me brutha and I wandered about. We became lost. Then I lost 'im. Orcs ev'rywhere...." Tears form in her eyes. "I need to find me brutha." She takes a sniff, "I need to take a bath."
The shelter is on the edge of a lake. The Dwarf woman looks for her backpack. Finds it and pulls out a relatively clean change of clothes. She then heads to the lake, removing her chainmail as she goes. She then wades into the water, removing the rest of her clothing. She washes herself off, then emerges from the lake bare naked to don her cleaner clothes. Modesty did not seem to concern her.
Not knowledgeable of history Leira just listens to the woman expecting some others understand.
When she is taking her bath the girl asks her companions "Do you think she killed her brother under her curse?"
Once she is back Leira introduces herself "My name is Leira. We came from Trunau. What is your name?" and after the woman answers she adds "It seems like the remaining hag cursed you. What are your plans now?"
"Hmmmph.." Ragnir listens to the story, "Ye got the hags, but ye let the durned giant live? We'll be aimin' ta fix that problem." Ragnir's voice gets even darker when he mentions the giants.
Ulfgard empathically nods. "Aye, a fresh giant would really lessen my aches. I miss the satisfieng crunch their kneecaps make!"
"Well met. I'm Ingrahild Nargrymkin. I need to finda me brutha," the Dwarf Woman conveys.
"Oh the Wisp. See'n one in the marsh, she points to the northeast. "By Torag, why are ya look'n fer one of them."
She then looks at Ragnir, "Aye. As fer as me knows, the slimy giant still lives. I wouldn't minda stick'n me axe inta its slimy hide. Kill'n anutha hag would warm me gut too."
Haskyll takes the time to prepare a CLW and then casts it on Ulfgard.
Torag, give me your aid.
After she is washed up, he returns her gear.
Leira looks attentive to the direction the dwarven woman points to.
Then looking to the party "So what do you think? Are you planning to go for the wisp, or shall we look for Ingrahild's brother and help her revenge?"
She does not say it but the girl is certainly more interested on seeing the wisp than fighting with a hag.
Ingrahild puts on her backpack. She then washes out her dirty clothes and drapes them over her backpack. She grabs her weapons, "Folla me. I stilla dunno understan' why ya be a hunt'n a Wisp. Not alotta meat on them bones."
Readying her own pack with a wide smile at her face Leira joins Ingrahild and the group "Some adventure on a giant's lair... I guess the orcs can wait for a bit. Let's see where this leads us"
hmmm
Nargrym Steelhand, yee say. I think ye were searching the wrong place. His tomb is most likely in the mindspin mountains.
(Anga being diplomatic)
"Mindspin Mountains ye say," Ingrahild ponders this for a moment. "We heard a rumor of a great horde of treasure in da swamps. One from a war with Orcs. Steelhand was a great slayer of Orcs as well as Giants. So we wenta look'n," she sighs. "It was justa rumor me suppose."
She likely confused rumors about Steelhand with the rumors surrounding the swamp. And that likely has more to do with the Vault of Thorns.
"Mmm... dwarven heros, orc slayers... this is getting interesting. What do you hope to find in his burial place?" comments Leira as the group walks to their new destination.
She keeps an eye looking for dangers, specially any sign of Ingrahild brother, the giant or the hag.
Ragnir stumps on, at times pulling his feet from the muck with an audible slurping sound, "Let's be movin'. The sooner we be gettin' out o' this place, th'better. Blasted swamps is no place f'r a dwarf!"
Catchin' a wisp. Easier sayin' than doing.
Aye, catching a wisp may prove to be harder than we think.
Haskylls boots slurps in the mud as he continues to move along with the party
The party heads deeper and deeper into the Ghostlight Marsh. The going is slow as you trod through the muck.
Surprise Round
Then suddenly appearing almost out of nowhere, a Will o' Wisp appears and attacks Kaos.
Round One
The aberration continues its assault on the big human.
"Eck! See. Thar be notta enuf meat on them bones," Ingrahild moves and hacks at the shiny globe. The female Dwarf misses and nearly stumbles in the muck.
Holding his beloved hammer with two hands Ulfgard ameks his misfavor known.
Leira walks all over the muck trying to look for a free spot to attack the wisp.
The girl picks one of her arrows and imbuing it with magic, she fires with deadly aim at the aberration!
Haskyll slogs his way up behind the big human.
Torag says stay on your feet man
You just did laddie